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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 `9 T z8 I" V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # m; Z7 z* {+ L; ?/ V5 d8 P; W& w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 R. o8 I+ G: Y: s* {2 M) i6 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 O: s, `1 k9 {& m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) o' i3 x+ u& n$ N% G9 W
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 D9 N5 |9 E# G- u7 L S z& L
How you tried to set them free,
+ {% z* i2 l$ J9 rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& {2 C3 F& P7 a/ r! X4 L8 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ d( ]$ X' _8 \) \) CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + r+ ]7 K4 _) C' b4 Y2 t# F0 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : [: L; h# A9 @; f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : {$ v# {; g: y4 \% l$ v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 V9 x ^8 r# L9 l* Y" S/ U" P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) A. a- y( x" s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * ^' _! m2 m9 ]/ ^3 z4 q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 p3 N" e$ ?' aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , C) Z' ^5 C' P0 D9 j/ R, c K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 Q% G+ T7 r8 }. M" g, j* t6 HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + @* M/ K/ s9 l( @$ |% ?* i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; M9 `9 Q5 ^5 _, o# U! `2 F. A* t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ C) A" F* m( o _0 g1 s6 i6 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 M1 A/ g/ _$ T& d. Y7 X
How you suffered for you sanity,; g$ a8 C7 F8 ]! O O: w
How you tried to set them free,
5 j5 w: ?: x- xThey would not listen they're not listening still, " S- r# e7 U& I6 J: e4 x: H8 {& D6 P! [
Perhaps they never will. |
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